GR translation: he could be lost inside of half a minute

[David Morris]

The carbon tet clues instantly gives him an "aha!" moment: these things
aren't hers; they're only props. His almost lost time is over.

On Thursday, June 7, 2012, Paul Mackin wrote:

> On 6/7/2012 7:06 AM, Bekah wrote:
>
>> Because of the hyphen and the ellipses,  I'd go with the womanly tunnels.
>>   Without that punctuation he could simply be lost in the sensuality of the
>> closet stuff but he goes another level.
>>
>> However,  on a realistic level,  he's not going to get physically lost in
>> the closet  (heh) but the sensual aspect of that closet pushes his mind to
>> the idea of getting lost in the womanly tunnels -  so he could lose his
>> mind in there.  Oh the metaphors in Pychon - I could get lost ...
>>
>
> Slothrop can't figure Katje out.  (guys used to say that to girls--I can't
> figure you out) But anyway, things seem to him prearranged and mystifying.
> Why won't she show her face? The clothes closet with the carbon tet smell.
>  That old tetravalent bond. Does it mean the contents are synthetic or that
> the woolens haven't been properly dry cleaned. Does it have to do with the
> plastic shell Katje won't be mounted by? Does she want HIM to be less
> mechanical?  Is Katje breaking out of her assigned role with the pillows
> and the laughter? Is Slothrop becoming a little bit irresistible to her?
> She to him.
>
> Confused.
>
> P
>
>>
>> Bekah
>>
>>
>> On Jun 7, 2012, at 5:30 AM, David Morris wrote:
>>
>>  Well, ask yourself what womanly tunnel men find themselves inside of all
>>> the time.  Hint: it starts with a "V."
>>>
>>> On Thursday, June 7, 2012, Mike Jing wrote:
>>> P197.21-34   “Oh, you think I’m more than I am,” gliding to a couch,
>>> tucking one leg under.
>>> “I know. You’re only a Dutch milkmaid or something. Closet full o’
>>> those starched aprons a-and wooden shoes, right?”
>>> “Go and look.” Spice odors from the candle reach like nerves through the
>>> room.
>>> “O.K., I will!” He opens her closet, and in moonlight reflected from
>>> the mirror finds a crowded maze of satins, taffetas, lawn, and pongee,
>>> dark fur collars and trimming, buttons, sashes, passementerie, soft,
>>> confusing, womanly tunnel systems that must stretch back for miles—he
>>> could be lost inside of half a minute . . . lace glimmers, eyelets
>>> wink, a crepe scarf brushes his face . . . Aha! wait a minute, the
>>> operational scent in here is carbon tet, Jackson, and this wardrobe
>>> here’s mostly props. “Well. Pretty snazzy.”
>>>
>>> What does "he could be lost inside of half a minute" mean?
>>>
>>
>>
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